A POLITE DANDELION.
By George Cooper.
"Oh, what shall I do, Dandelion?
My white satin gown will be spoiled:
The rain has begun;
I've nowhere to run;
And my bonnet and all will be soiled."
"Don't be in a flutter, Miss Miller,
And where are you going so fast?
My sunshade of gold
Above you I'll hold
Till this very hard shower has passed."
